Route of Your Evil
I know
who you
think you
are
but
in essence
you are an
illness
A heartless disease
spread by
your
wanton selfishness to
destroy the
gift of human
love and
trust
I feel your feet
settled against the walls you created
trying
to kick it loose
blaming the bricks that
you alone
stacked so high that even
in regret
you cannot see over to
find yourself
Your pain
is
a Beacon though
the light is just another
lie
you expect people to eat
and be satisfied
with the taste
It's murder
the way you tug
at the strings of
this
beautiful heart i have for unlike me
it is forgiving
I bet the silent
shame
is screaming you to sleep
for the miles of
ache
you have delivered to the highways of anothers trusting heart
The route
of
your evil